"Hold on." Determined now that she'd gotten all the way down here, James collected the crowbar from the dysfunctional elevator's edge and pried it's prongs into the panel that had been shuddering with effort.
A moment later, it was knocked loose and shoved aside. She set aside the crowbar and leaned into the hole she'd just created. A smile like three scoops of sex, teeth drawing on her bottom lip. So fucking pleased with her work. "Hey there, stranger."
Reaching into her tank top, James pulled loose that snack bar and tossed it his way before straightening. Down to brass tacks, this whole rescue mission was beginning to give her the nerves. What if the elevator suddenly plummeted? "Okay, what we're going to do is--"
Startled eyes suddenly glanced upward to where the higher source of light was vanishing. That fifth floor door she'd wrenched open dinged closed for no apparent reason. effectively locking them both in the shaft.
"-- fuuuuuuuuuck."
A moment's panic, and she dropped into the carpeted, well-lit box of death beside him. A seriously concerned expression stitching up her eyebrows and worrying her eyes.
"Share?" Gesture to the granola. They might be here awhile.